For every wound, a balm.
For every sorrow, cheer.
For every storm, a calm.
For every thirst, a beer

Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away.
What care I how time advances;
I am drinking ale today.

Source: Edgar Allen Poe

When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So let's all get drunk and go to heaven!

Source: Old Irish toast

May we live to learn well,
And learn to live well.

He that buys land buys many stones.
He that buys flesh buys many bones.
He that buys eggs buys many shells,
But he that buys good beer buys nothing else.

The health of the salmon and of the trout
That swim back and forward near the Bull's Mouth.
Don't ask for saucepan, jug, or mug,
Down the hatch-drink it up!

May your coffin have six handles of finest silver!
May your coffin be carried by six fair young maids!
And may your coffin be made of finest wood
from a 100-year-old tree
that I'll go plant tomorrow!

A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote.
A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat.
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.

Source: William Butler Yeats

Success to the lover, honor to the brave,
Health to the sick, and freedom to the slave.

With small beer, good ale and wine,
O ye gods! How I shall dine!

I used to know a clever toast,
But now I cannot think it,
So fill your glass to anything,
And damn your souls, I'll drink it!

May your blessings outnumber
the shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
wherever you go.

None so deaf as those who will not hear.
None so blind as those who will not see.
But I'll wager none so deaf nor blind that he
Sees not nor hears me say come drink this beer.

Source: W.L. Hassoldt

When the hour is nigh me,
Let me in a tavern die,
With a tankard by me.

Source: Archpoet, "Confesio," 12th century

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting, extravagant queen,
And here 's to the housewife that's thrifty!
Let the toast pass;
Drink to the lass;
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

Source: Richard Brinsley Sheridan, School for Scandal

When Christ turned water into wine
There were no drys to scold and whine;
Today prohibitors would rail
And send the Son of God to jail.

When money's tight and hard to get
and your horse is also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt
a pint of plain is your only man.

Source: Old Irish toast

A full belly, a heavy purse, and a light heart.

Let us sing our own treasures, Old England's good cheer,
To the profits and pleasures of stout British beer;
Your wine tippling, dram sipping fellows retreat,
But your beer drinking Britons can never be beat.
The French with their vineyards and meager pale ale,
They drink from the squeezing of half ripe fruit;
But we, who have hop-yards to mellow our ale,
Are rosy and plump and have freedom to boot.

Source: English drinking song, circa 1757

A pub should have a regular and knowing clientele; an absence of ale-quaffers, ginsippers, whiskey suppers, or wine-bibbers.

Source: Dublin pub regular Tom Corkey

Gentlemen, start your livers!

But if at church they give some ale
And a pleasant fire for our souls to regale
We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day
Nor ever once from the church to stray.

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